When something doesn't go Owen's way, he sometimes says, "This is the worst day ever!" And you know, ten minutes before it could have been the best day ever and don't we all have those days?
So far, worst day ever.
Not really. Not by a long shot. But shitfire.
I woke up from a horrible, terrible nightmare. When I tell it, it doesn't sound that bad but I was shaking when I woke up. I had two houses, neither in repair, and people were all over them and I HAD SO MUCH SHIT. Shit everywhere. Rooms I had no idea about. With refrigerators in them, leaking stuff. And toys and jewelry (crap jewelry) and just crap, crap, crap. And snakes and some weird rodent-looking creature that was obviously a reptile despite the rodent-looking appearance. And I needed help and I was freaking out and I couldn't find my husband and no one knew where he was and I was yelling things like, "I own this motherfucking building!" and other things I would never say in real life and I was trying to call Glen and of course, my phone was not my phone and anyway, blah, blah, blah and when I did actually get up I found that on my computer (though not my phone or iPad) that my contacts have been erased in my email program.
Great. It always makes me feel a bit sick to my stomach when something goes wrong with my computer. I know that's ridiculous but I'm ridiculous in general so...so what?
I think it's just hit me that we are leaving for Mexico in just a little over two weeks and I am not ready in the least.
Okay. I'll stop now.
Time to pull up my big-girl panties and cowboy up, cupcake, and get on with it all.
How's Monday in your part of the world?